Take A Look

I’ve become accustomed to filters; The fake lashes, colorful eyes, plump lips and rosy cheeks.

It’s the me everyone on social media is used to seeing.

It’s the me I’ve become comfortable with.

It’s the me that the camera loves.

It’s the me who is super confident.

But, that person isn’t really me.

It’s not the person I wake up to in the morning and go to sleep with at night.

She looks completely different; baggy eyes, random pimples, crazy brows/lashes, and tons of freckles and moles everyone.

I think she’s beautiful, but I’m also afraid to look at her.

I forget what she looks like & some days I don’t want to remember.

I’ve been forcing myself to take a look at me.

No fancy filter

Just me; naturally.